Even though the sun was high, Anne still hadn't woken up from her sleep yet. She was still curled up with her back to Alan in the same sleeping position since last night after Alan stopped touching her. Meanwhile, Alan, who had woken up 30 minutes ago, was on the bed, enjoying the coffee that the waiter brought to the tent where they were staying. He didn't want to leave the bed. Anne slept very soundly, without any no snore at all. She was really graceful and made Alan became even more infatuated with her. Anne's body, which was as white as alabaster, now had red spots around her back and chest. The love bites that Alan made were imprinted on them very clearly.
Because he didn't want to have breakfast alone, Alan then stretched his hand to Anne's back. Touching Anne's skin again gave her a strange sensation. Even though he had succeeded in having Anne as a whole, Alan was still haunted by great fear.
